Relax? Sure, tell me that when we're about to go into a camp full of mercenaries with handguns and... oh, that's right-- rifles! [He hisses the reply in a low voice, brows furrowing together at the reply. He's mildly annoyed that the other is taking this so easily but at the same time there are few else that he'd rather go with (asides from Sully, but that dirty old man needs a break every now and then) and for a plus, Harry is man with a plan, as stupid as it may sound. Nate's the adaptable one, of course.

So when he found out there was a treasure to recover, he figured-- why the hell not? Right now, he's a little uneasy considering the firepower on the other team is a little more than he expected. Still, there's no turning back now. Rolling his eyes at the last comment, he pulls away from the binoculars, tosses them to the other before he gets up and moves to walk over to their belongings.]

Right. So run me through the plan again, genius?